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• Yet another episode of Chip and Dale debauchery, this time showing our two favorite chipmunks waiting for their sister, Clarice to show up and continue the debauchery with her. As an extra fun fact, Clarice is not an OC. She originally showed up in the 1952 short Two Chips and a Miss, where she was a lounge singer that Chip and Dale vied for attention. Obviously I suggested we make it even lewder, so this was the result, and I always figured it ties into all our previous Chip and Dale prompts. Yes, a sequel is coming. This was, of course, written by Jeeves. Follow him on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon.

_ Waiting for Clarice _

One more night. That was all Chip and Dale had left to wait. Just one short night, and then she would be there. Visiting all the way from Japan for the first time in months. The woman who had been able to wrap them around her little fingers long before any of the three of them had the slightest idea of the kinds of unashamed, frankly depraved fun they would revel in whenever they got together nowadays as grown adults. Their big sister, Clarice.

Just one night. And yet, it might as well have been a thousand years for how far away it felt, and how desperate they were for that time to pass. They needed her. They always needed her, but when they knew that she was coming... that she was on a plane at that very second, flying ever closer to them, probably with a vibrator tucked into her panties, or two fingers grinding at her clit beneath a blanket as she pretended to sleep, the fact that soon they would be able to act upon that need was paralyzing. Intoxicating. It was all consuming, and it left Chip and Dale with nothing to do but the obvious.

Each other.

"Chip. Please... fuck me like I'm her! Fuck me like you wanna fuck Clarice's aa-ahaahhhh! Ahhyess! _Yes!! Oh fuck! _"

Dale squealed as his brother mounted him like a wild animal in rut. The other chipmunk's cock was already slick with lube, but Dale got the distinct impression that even if his twin brother hadn't been preparing to fuck him already, such a plea would have had Chip's cock grinding and dry humping at his ass regardless of any lack of preparation. They both loved their sister so much. Truth be told they were both in love with her, and that might have been a problem, it might have made living half a world apart feel utterly and debilitatingly impossible, had they not been so obscenely sexually aroused by her to the point where it made any tender, intimate, romantic love utterly pale in comparison. When she was away, it hurt. But, it was a relief too. A relief because they could live their lives. Because they could think, they could act, they could feel anything besides the constant, rampant need to be with her. Inside her. Making one another's ears ring with the sounds of her screams.

For the time being though, until she actually got here, they would gladly make do with the other love of their life. The second half of their own united soul. The one creature whom they had quite literally never known life without from its first moments and the decades since.

"Ohhhgod, Dale... I'm gonna cum..."

Chip had barely been inside his brother for thirty seconds when he grunted and nuzzled desperately at the back of Dale's neck. He heard his brother squeak and giggle, but not mockingly or in amusement at his extremely rapid rise to orgasm. It was a giggle of delight from someone who understood. Who knew exactly the kind of horniness that Chip was feeling in that moment, and who was utterly secure in the fact that orgasm or not, that didn't mean anything when it came to the end of their pleasuring one another.

"Do it..."

Dale huffed greedily, wrapping his arms around the large, fluffy pillow which lay beneath him, the same pillow into which his hips were grinding and his cock was oozing pre-cum each and every time his brother's jackhammer swift strokes pumped against his prostate.

"Cum in me! Cum in me! Ohh, ohhhh Chip! Yes! Cum!!"

*******

Two hours later, they were still going.

End to end, lying on their sides with their legs wrapped around the other man's head, cradling one another in place with quaking thighs, they greedily suckled on one another. They didn't need to talk. They didn't need to break the ice with words or even moans of enjoyment beyond the breathless, muffled grunts naturally escaping them. They just needed their brother's cock twitching against their tongue. His pre-cum flooding down the back of their throat as they slurped and gulped. Chip's eyes bulged briefly as with little more than a slightly more urgent squeak, Dale began to paint the inside of his muzzle with hot ribbons of cum yet again. He suckled more fiercely on his brother's cock and swirled his tongue around the spasming tip of the other chipmunk's shaft, and was rewarded by a strangled shriek that vibrated the muzzle and tongue wrapped around his own cock. Chip's hips lurched, his toes curled, and then he was cumming too. They were cumming together. Flooding one another. Feeding one another. Relentless, mindless, and gleefully aware that another orgasm apiece brought them fractionally closer to the one thing, the one person who could quell the eternal flame raging between their legs.

*******

"We should have.... h-hahhhhhfuck, have picked her up from the airport..."

Chip whined as he peered out of the bedroom window through its fogged up glass, fighting to remain standing as his legs turned to jelly and he painted the wall with cum, feeling Dale's right hand cupping his balls, his brother's left jerking his cock, and of course the other chipmunk's tongue rimming his sensitive asshole.

"You know we can't. Last time we tried that, we were there for two days of her trip. We would have stayed in that same bathroom stall even longer if we hadn't heard that prudish asshole call security..."

Dale giggled when finally he pulled his face out of his brother's normally fluffy, tonight already rather cum and saliva matted buttocks, rising to his feet and immediately lining his own rigid cock up with Chip's freshly tongued, drool-lubed pucker.

"God, Dale. I still remember the way her pussy gushed when she realized we'd been caught. How she was squirting, soaking the ground even as she put her dress back on so we could run. I wanted to drag her out into the middle of the airport where everyone could see, and DP her with you. I wanted everyone to see our perfect slutty sister turning us into shameless fuck-toys. I... o-oh. Oh god. Fuck. Dale, I'm... mmnhh-ahhhhh, so fast... fuck! I'm cumming again..."

Trembling happily, wishing that he could have awakened his brother's hair trigger like their sister did but not the slightest bit jealous, just glad that he got to share in it whenever Clarice was visiting, Dale giggled as he began to hump his brother once again. To fuck him not just through that orgasm but beyond, to the next, and the next before his own climax overwhelmed him. It was dawn outside. It was getting light, and that meant she was closer than ever. Maybe they really would be able to see her plane flying overhead soon. Maybe they'd still be there when a taxi pulled up outside.

He giggled, he moaned, and he kissed the back of his brother's neck as Chip grunted and began to scratch visible lines in the varnish on the window ledge with his fingertips, surging straight from one orgasm into another. His hips pumped faster into his brother's ass, and Chip gleefully began to grind and rock his backside to welcome the other chipmunk's every last throb and twitch.

They couldn't wait for Clarice to be here with them. They couldn't wait to be fucking her too. Cumming with her. Listening to her screams alongside theirs. But until that long night came to an end and she was finally with them once more, they were still lucky as hell to have each other to understand how much they needed her, and to keep them more or less sane until Clarice arrived, and they could utterly surrender their hearts, souls, their bodies, and every last coherent shred of dignity and sense within their minds to her.

By Jeeves.